I'm an old-timer on this site with a couple stories up for this fandom. I decided it was time to do something that I could rate for all visitors, so I went through with an idea to cross over with the mech suit genre I used to write. This is just the intro, and really about the tone I'm going for.

A light shines in a dark room. On the wall it illuminates is a map. A voice speaks: "This is the nation of Centralis, once Westalis and Ostania. Divided by war, reunited in the cause of world peace. With its combined strength, it leads the world in technology, for both war and peace. With these tools, those who brought it together have a new mission: To protect peace and fight injustice across the world. They are- the exotroopers!"

A man, or a form like a man steps into the light, 2 meters tall and clad in a suit of armor. Its color is the indigo of the night sky. A visor raises, revealing the stern face of a man at the brink between old age and middle age. "Their leader, Loid," the narrator continues. "A veteran of war, a champion of peace. His code name- Papa!"

Another figure descends behind him, clearly female. She is clad in a red and black jumpsuit. On her back is a jet pack combined with a set of wings that retract as she sets down. She removes a helmet, revealing dark hair, reddish eyes and a smiling face. "His partner, Yor, once an elite assassin, now a protector of all children," the narrator intones. She takes Loid's hand. "Her code name- Mama!"

Two more step forward. One is a man in his own armor, without a helmet to hide his graying curly hair. The other walks on four legs, as large as a pony and made of metal painted pearl wide. Its face and snout are still those of a dog. "But the Exo Corps would be only a dream without master inventor Franky Franklin, code name Scruffyhead. His special project is his best friend, Bond, a dog with the power to see the future, transformed into a cyborg, code name- Mr. Doggy!" The cyberdog gives a digitized, slightly distorted "WORRFF!"

Another light appears. "But the greatest of all is the one who brought them together," the narrator intones. A figure steps into the light, just 1.6 meters tall. She wears a sleek suit of salmon pink and scarlet that has clearly added significantly to her height. Her breastplate swells in the shape of a maidenly bust. Her helmet bears two protruding black cones. "Her name, Anya Forger, age 16, telepath and savior of the world. Code name- Starlight!"

Her visor raises, revealing the face of a young woman. "I love Mama! I love Papa!" she declares. Two more approach, a starry-eyed young man and a boy of perhaps five. She lifts up the boy with a smile. "I love- Baby Brother!"